"Ministers," Causton here observed, "never dine out when the House is sitting, unless commanded by the Queen, and Whips can't be spared even to dine with Her Majesty."
"As to going out to dinner," continued the Grand Young Gardner, ignoring the interruption of his genial colleague, "it is impossible. It was said, I believe by one of themselves, 'The Guard dies, but never surrenders.' I may add, the Minister for Agriculture lunches but never dines. What would become of the Government if a division-bell rang and he was found out of the way? Now to-night, you would say, looking at the business, I might well be spared. We commence with Kimber on disparities in the representation of constituencies. Rollit will follow in the interests of undersized flat-fish. What has the Minister for Agriculture to do with flat-fish of whatever size? you might ask. To the casual observer, nothing. But, looking ahead, as the responsibilities of my position make it necessary I should habitually do, I recall the fact that sometimes the placid pilchard is cast upon our shores in such quantities as to be carted away for manurial purposes. I am not intimately acquainted with the pilchard. It is not like the terrapin a land fish. I am not sure it is flat. Still I have a strong impression it is undersized. Therefore it might come within the purview of the discussion on Rollit's motion. Mundella, as you say, is in charge of the debate, and I might comfortably go to dinner. But what does Mundella know of manure? No; the Minister for Agriculture remains, and will dine,—if necessary die, at his post."
Business done.—8:10 P.M., House Counted Out, whilst Grand Young Gardner is explaining how it was he couldn't go out to dinner.
"THE WESTMINSTER PLAY."
Young Grandolphus (in costume, with appropriate action). "Hæc recinunt Juvenes dictata senesque!"
Friday, 12:30 A.M.—Storm subsided. Magnificent whilst it lasted. Grandolph in fine form. Mr. G., under his influence, renewed his youth like the eagle. At same time, though Welsh Church may be doomed, supply of cabs on night like this inadequate. Better be put in yard in good time. Kenyon lingers on scene, still asking for Bill to be "taken de die in diem." "As if he were giving a prescription," said Wilfrid Lawson, back from Mansion House, where he has seen his portrait presented to Lady Lawson. Kenyon, with eye on Bishop of St. Asaph, up in Peers' Gallery, made desperate resistance to attack on Church. Bishop looked a little grave when Kenyon dropped into metaphor.
A Feature of the Debate.
M-nd-lla. À cause de mon nom suis-je "alien"?